Ciao la mia famiglia!
First, flying over the ocean is the weirdest experience. Somewhere over the atlantic I lost 8 hours of my life....I honestly dont know where they went. I tried to figure it out but gave up....i am still confused. The flight went well, i sat next to an italian women who had seen the bom musical but wanted to write an editorial on me in milan!!!! cool, but i had to give her up after finding out where I was to go. I met president, a dear man who I really like! I was the first one through the door to greet him and Sorella Wolgramm gave me the biggest hug. I nearly lost it, it was such a mom hug. I miss those. Jet lag sucks, I legitamately almost fell asleep during dinner and landed in my lasanga. oooopps. but everyone else thought itwas funny....
My first area is Rimini, which is a super touristy resort town by San Marino. THink calf of the Italian boot. My trainer is Sorella Acerson, a young lass only 19 years old who has been here for....hold your breath....6 weeks longer than I!!!!!! woo wooo wooo so now there are 2 of us pretending to know how to be missionaries. Her dad was a mission pres in rome for 3 years so she has the language fairly well but is lacking the confidence. she is crazy stressed out and double guesses herself often but i pray for her constantly and I know she can do it! ya for sister acerson!
On the train ride down we met a man name Alberto who was super receptive to the message. sorella acerson taught the entire restauration, i tried not to fall asleep and smile, we prayed right ther eon the train and he had tears!!! he was definitely elect but he is out of our area so some elders from ancona will benefit. he was golden. well we jumped right into work and taught 5 lessons our first day!!! AMAZING, yes until they tell you they arent going to read the BOM or come to church. boooo. this is the sitch here, almost no one has a job, and people are fine being homeless and having zero money. the italians here simply exist. i was super overwhelmed immadetaeily because i have no idea how to help them. The language is absolutely terrifying. I thought I would get the jist of it but nope, nada, ziltch. I catch a few words each sentence and for the most part am completely lost. please pray for me and the language because it is incredilby frustrating.
the ward is great and i am going to love the italian culture of loudness and laughter (but come on homies, you need a job!). I will send pictures soon!
sorella alley